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75 lines
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The Internationale - Французский и Англ
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Arise! Ye starvelings from yours slumbers!
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Arise! Ye criminals of want!
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For reason in revolt now thunders,
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And away with all superstitions,
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Servile masses arise! arise!
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We`ll change forthwith the old conditions
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And spurn the dust to win the prize.
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Chorus:
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Then comrades come rally!
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And the last fight let us face.
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The International Soviets
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Unites the human race!
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No saviours from on high deliver,
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No trust have we in prince or peer;
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Our own right hand the chains must shiver.
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Chains of hatred, of greed and fear.
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Ere the thieves will out with their booty
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And to all give a happier lot,
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Each at his forge must do his duty
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And strike the iron while it`s hot!
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Chorus
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We`re tricked by laws and regulations,
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Our taxes strip us to the bone.
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The rich enjoy the wealth of nations,
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But the poor naught can sell their own,
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Long have we in vile bondage languished,
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Yet we equal are every ones
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No rights but duties for the vanguish`d
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We claim our rights for duties done.
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Chorus
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The kings of mines, &ships, &railways,
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Resplendent in their vulgar pride,
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Have plied their task to exploit always
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Those whose labor they`ve e`re decried.
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Great the spoil they hold in their coffers,
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To be spent on themselfes alone;
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We`ll seize it someday spite of scoffers,
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And feel that we have got our own.
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Chorus
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These kings defile us with their powder,
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We want no war within the land;
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Let soldiers strike, for peace call louder,
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Lay down arms, and join hand in hand.
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Should these vile monsters still determine.
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Heroes to make us in despite,
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They`ll know full soon the kind of vemin
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Our bullets hit in this lost fight.
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Chorus
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We peasants, artisans, and others
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Enrolles among the sons of toil
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Lets claim theearth henceforth for brothers
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Drive the indolent from the soil!
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On our flesh too long has fed the raven,
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We`ve too long been the vulture`s prey.
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But now fare well the spirit craven,
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The dawn brings in a brighter day!
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Chorus:
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Then comrades come rally!
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And the last fight let us face.
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The Internationale
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Unites the human race!
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